Dream slid into the room & settled next to my bed. I held the blankets tight, my heart rumbling. I could never tell the twins apart. Would it be Dream, or Nightmare? Tonight it was the blessed sister & I felt the peace when she laid a hand across my forehead.
In the twilight hours I feared Nightmare. In the cold morning light, I hated her, but during the day I pitied her. The curse wasn't her fault, but all the same I never wanted to meet her, wrapped in my sheets laying here.
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